His gentle charm has always had a deadly allure; such a temperament truly belongs to the nobility.
His every move and gesture is shrouded in a glow, shining directly into the cold hearts of people.
Belinda Swan just stood at the door, watching Charles Northwood elegantly brew tea over there.
It's undeniable that the difference in personality between this man and Maxwell Peary is like night and day.
However, compared to Maxwell's domineering aloofness, his gentle demeanor appears more likable.
Charles Northwood sensed a gaze upon him, so he turned to look towards the door.
Belinda Swan?
Charles Northwood's eyebrows furrowed for a moment; perhaps Belinda Swan didn't know him, but he certainly knew her.
Someone so high-profile in front of the media, even claiming to be Mrs. Peary, how could he not recognize her?
"Hello."
Seeing Charles Northwood looking at her, Belinda Swan's heart instantly began to race. She adjusted her clothes and walked proudly up to him.
